Don't burn the flag. Wash it!
This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO
is USA riverselling salvation betweenWestern Autoand Mike's bar.There's no Jordanon Main Street,only a river of pick-up trucksand beaten Chevrolets.At night, it's a river of firerolling on and onpast x-rated movies, pawnshopsdrug stores and hot dog stands.All night I sit, drinkingvodka in Mike's bar,waiting for Dostoevskyto rise with the heavy smoke,to come alivein the voices of the room.The woman next to me says, It's warout there. At dawnI return to sleepall day,to dream Jordan.Over my roof,the whole sky is burning.